Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Malc. Whispers the o're‑fraught heart, and bids it breake.
Macd. Macd.
Macd. My Children too?
Ro. Ro.
Ro. Wife, Children, Seruants, all that could be found.
Macd. And I must be from thence? My wife kil'd too?
Rosse. Rosse.
Rosse. I haue said.
Malc. Malc.
Malc. Be comforted.
Malc. Let's make vs Med'cines of our great Reuenge,
Malc. To cure this deadly greefe.
Macd. He ha's no Children. All my pretty ones?
Macd. Did you say All? Oh Hell‑Kite! All?
Macd. What, All my pretty Chickens, and their Damme
Macd. At one fell swoope?
Malc. Dispute it like a man.